The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 116 Embers in the Moonlight-3

Chapter 116: Embers in the Moonlight-3

When she was spent, he shifted slightly, still buried inside her, holding her close. Their foreheads touched, breaths mingling, hearts racing in unison. “You belong with me, Maya. Always.” he murmured, voice thick with need and devotion.

Maya’s fingers traced down his arms, over his back, clinging to him. “Always yours,” she whispered, eyes shining, a soft smile curving her lips.

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The fire crackled, the rain tapped gently against the glass, and for a few precious moments, the world outside-the danger, the war, the enemies-faded away. There was only this: warmt h, love, and the quiet, intense intimacy of two souls bound together, body and heart, in the glow of the fire.

The fire had burned low, and rain had slowed to a gentle patter outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Damien and Maya lay side by side on the soft rug, bodies entwined, her head resting on his arm.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice low, warm, reverberating through her.

“I love you too,” she whispered back, a small, contented smile curving her lips. Her breathing grew slow, rhythmic, and she drifted into sleep, still clinging lightly to him.

Gently, careful not to wake her, Damien carried Maya back to the bedroom, her body molded perfectly against his. He laid her down, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, and padded quietly to the bathroom. A dampened towel in hand, he moved with precise, tender motions, cleaning her skin from the remnants of their night together.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and she stirred, eyes fluttering open, lids heavy. “Damien…”

“Shh… it’s okay, love,” he soothed, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Just sleep. I’ve got you.”

moonlight like strands of spun silver. He bent to press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head, breathing in her scent, and for a fleeting moment, he recalled the heat of the fire behind them –the desire, the intensity, the surrender-and felt it echo softly in the quiet night.

Outside, rain droplets clung to the glass, scattered like diamonds in the faint moonlight. The forest beyond was still, hushed, honoring the fragile, perfect moment held inside the cabin.

Breath mingling, hearts steadying, they melted into sleep together, cocooned in warmth, trust, and quiet devotion, bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight, shielded by the serene hush of the night.

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